Awake at 5:20 am, very early for me

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(Trip to see Alise. Feb 2015.  Stayed overnight in a rest area in the Texas Panhandle)

Awake at 5:20 am, very early for me. Had a good night's sleep. I had expected to hear tractor trailers coming and going during the night, but did not hear a sound. Temperature inside the Casita is a comfortable 55. Quiet comfortable for sleeping with my down bag and long johns! Outside it is 25, which would probably been ok as long as I stayed in my sleeping bag.

I had a strange dream this morning. My mother and father were moving back into the house on Pratt Avenue, where I grew up. I was there helping them clean up the house. We were in the "workshop" I the backyard which was stacked to the ceiling with Dahl's half finished projects. I was explaining to mom that Dahl needed a room of his own where he could just leave his stuff the way he wanted. Then I woke.

The window coverings that I made worked well. The parking area is very well lit, but inside the trailer it is dark. If I have the lights on inside, the light does not escape, so I have privacy.

Well, time to make a cup of coffee then hit the road!


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